Not-my-dog, not a lover boy

Poor Papi. I thought he must be the Big Daddy of Laica’s pups, as they cohabit next door.

But Laica has had two pups, and my neighbour Emilia tells me that the father is clearly NOT Papi but my uphill neighbour’s dog Haiduc. One pup is white with black splodges – a bit of a giveaway…

As soon as I get some pix of the puppies, I’ll update you.

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Haiduc, the big beautiful boy up the hill

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Laica, new mum. Aboutthe same size as Haiduc, both Mioritic/Carpathian Shepherd mixes, so I bet their puppies are glorious…

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The book goes public

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It’s the first day of the Gaudeamus Book Fair in Bucharest, and boxes of my books are delivered to the Editura All stand… Showing off her copy is Livia Lucan, All’s lovely marketing guru.

Let’s hope an eager buyer came and snatched that copy out of her hands!

 

Hallowe’en in Transylvania

The ghouls and spectres will soon be gathering… here in Transylvania must be the beating heart of Hallowe’en, and here are the images to prove it. Whaaahaahaahaa… Wrap up warm tonight, against the deadly touch of the freezing wind whips up your trouser legs and makes every hair bristle in terror. Is that the wind howling, or the eldritch shriek of the dead, screeching to be let out of purgatory?

But not all of us will be outside watching witches whizz overhead in the black night sky….

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Some of us don’t give a rat’s right knacker about the Undead, enjoying a dreamless snooze in front of the fire

Bram, Bran and film stars

Around the world, Transylvania has one name associated with it above all others. I’ll admit to coming here in the first place for a week’s holiday partly because of the toothy aristocrat, but it was more to do with 1960s nostalgia and my big sister than any Gothic tendencies. My sister Ginny liked the hoary old Hammer Horror films with imposing figure of Christopher Lee as Dracula, menacing nice English girls in leafy London suburbs…  read more

Dracula, Transylvania, Magura, Terence Stamp, Edward Gorey, theatre, gothic

The stage show I worked on in 1978: spooky, elegant nonsense